sweet dreams my little amigo barefoot and homeless in rio de janiero sleepin’ on the step of a church whose doors are locked livin’ in a cardboard box inside at the shrine the priest sips fine wine dines on fine food and looks for a sing no mother no father no shoes nor a bed no place to relax and rest his weary head where his next meal will come from n*body knows but everyone can see the church is covered in gold

wish i had a home with ten million rooms i’d open up the doors and let the street children through wish that i could scoop all of those children in my arms and give the love they need and to protect them all from harm

wish i had a home with ten million rooms i’d open up the doors and let the street children through wish that i could scoop all of those children in my arms and give the love they need and to protect them all from harm

wish i had a home with ten million rooms i’d open up the doors and let the street children through wish that i could scoop all of those children in my arms and give the love they need and to protect them all from harm